Your Character's Name: Virgil Bates Vigil Bates was playing at the bottom of a particularly dusty hill with his four plastic green men when a shadow enveloped him. Leon, Virgil’s younger brother stood with two of his friends. “Virgil, you must be lonely, so we are here to have some fun with you”, Leon said with a smile. It was almost believable. “Oh you don’t have to do that, I’m sure you’d much rather do something else. Er, please?” Virgil managed to whisper. “I’ll hear none of it”, Leon commanded “Now then, I’ll be these two, Augustus will have the one with the flame-thrower, no need to thank me, and Cyril will have the grenade throwing fellow, all copasetic?” Virgil looked down at his soldiers, the bastards had all defected it seemed. “Oh don’t think I forgot about you” Leon handed Virgil a rock, “Here, you can be the Nazi.” “I-I don’t think that I would like to be the Nazi” Virgil stammered in protest. “Well I should think not my friend, but these are troubling times we live in. You see for a game to really work you need a villain, it is essential. You do want this to be fun, correct?” Leon paused and peered inquisitively at his older brother. Virgil had to think about it, “Well-” “Of course you do”, Leon gestured to his cohorts, “Now take your places gentlemen.” Leon described the scenario. Augustus and Cyril were American commandos on a mission to defeat all Nazis. Virgil got to be the head Nazi, an honor he was assured. Leon would play the remaining soldiers as he saw fit. “Ok now August and C, you are on this hill and Virgil your rock is looking that way.” “I turn around” “Well you can’t do that, you don’t know that they’re there.” “Well why not?” Virgil was getting upset. “You just don’t ok, now you insult your soldiers, see my guys are on your side.” “Well I wouldn’t insult them, they are my guys.” “Sure you would, you say ‘You worthless worms, I should kill you myself!’” “I say no such thing!” Virgil is adamant. “Augustus open’s fire!” Augustus perks up at the mention of his name, he had been getting bored and squashing ants. With vigor Augustus flails his arms widely and makes noises that are meant to be his flamethrower. “WHHOOOSHHH!” Augustus is having a blast. “Well, sorry Virg, but now you’re on fire.” “I fight back.” Virgil states. “Sorry bro, can’t let you do that, you’re on fire and they have a fairly good position. They have the high ground.” “I stop drop and roll?” Virgil asks. “Not your turn champ, Cyril?” Leon asks. Cyril surveys the battleground. The rock-Nazi is ablaze, being pummeled by his mistreated subordinates. Augustus, in a pyromantic frenzy had burned everything on the hill and had proceeded to run into the nearby woods, still making appropriate flame-noises. “There ain’t no honor in this” Cyril stands up. “Next time it’ll be a fair fight, you hear me head Nazi?” Virgil’s eyes widened, and he tried to come up with something cool to say back, but it was too late, Cyril was gone. “Well you ruined it Virgil, this is why we never play with you. You make an atrocious Nazi.” Leon dusted his pants and left. “Next Time….”, Virgil sounded it out. He could hardly wait.
Vigil Bates was playing at the bottom of a particularly dusty hill with his four plastic green men when a shadow enveloped him. Leon, Virgil’s younger brother stood with two of his friends.
“Virgil, you must be lonely, so we are here to have some fun with you”, Leon said with a smile. It was almost believable.
“Oh you don’t have to do that, I’m sure you’d much rather do something else. Er, please?” Virgil managed to whisper.
“I’ll hear none of it”, Leon commanded “Now then, I’ll be these two, Augustus will have the one with the flame-thrower, no need to thank me, and Cyril will have the grenade throwing fellow, all copasetic?”
Virgil looked down at his soldiers, the bastards had all defected it seemed.
“Oh don’t think I forgot about you” Leon handed Virgil a rock, “Here, you can be the Nazi.”
“I-I don’t think that I would like to be the Nazi” Virgil stammered in protest.
“Well I should think not my friend, but these are troubling times we live in. You see for a game to really work you need a villain, it is essential. You do want this to be fun, correct?” Leon paused and peered inquisitively at his older brother.
Virgil had to think about it, “Well-”
“Of course you do”, Leon gestured to his cohorts, “Now take your places gentlemen.”
Leon described the scenario. Augustus and Cyril were American commandos on a mission to defeat all Nazis. Virgil got to be the head Nazi, an honor he was assured. Leon would play the remaining soldiers as he saw fit.
“Ok now August and C, you are on this hill and Virgil your rock is looking that way.”
“I turn around”
“Well you can’t do that, you don’t know that they’re there.”
“Well why not?” Virgil was getting upset.
“You just don’t ok, now you insult your soldiers, see my guys are on your side.”
“Well I wouldn’t insult them, they are my guys.”
“Sure you would, you say ‘You worthless worms, I should kill you myself!’”
“I say no such thing!” Virgil is adamant.
“Augustus open’s fire!”
Augustus perks up at the mention of his name, he had been getting bored and squashing ants. With vigor Augustus flails his arms widely and makes noises that are meant to be his flamethrower.
“WHHOOOSHHH!” Augustus is having a blast.
“Well, sorry Virg, but now you’re on fire.”
“I fight back.” Virgil states.
“Sorry bro, can’t let you do that, you’re on fire and they have a fairly good position. They have the high ground.”
“I stop drop and roll?” Virgil asks.
“Not your turn champ, Cyril?” Leon asks.
Cyril surveys the battleground.
The rock-Nazi is ablaze, being pummeled by his mistreated subordinates. Augustus, in a pyromantic frenzy had burned everything on the hill and had proceeded to run into the nearby woods, still making appropriate flame-noises.
“There ain’t no honor in this” Cyril stands up. “Next time it’ll be a fair fight, you hear me head Nazi?”
Virgil’s eyes widened, and he tried to come up with something cool to say back, but it was too late, Cyril was gone.
“Well you ruined it Virgil, this is why we never play with you. You make an atrocious Nazi.” Leon dusted his pants and left.
“Next Time….”, Virgil sounded it out. He could hardly wait.